LEARN LYRICS

My chain and my watch have white and rosé
All sweet, a candy to see
I didn't come from the countryside, I will avenge
Those who avenged me just for you
Don't believe it? Just pay to see
Want a show? Just pay to see
Once they tried to deceive me
See my body reported on TV
I have mafia connections
No one will ever hold me back
Special conditions
Don't compare, we're not the same
Fiction, on TV, yeah
Will you kill or die? Yeah
Ye-yeah, that's the question
That's the question
(Had to stash the whole milli in the ceiling
Need a visa for a b*tch in Brazil
Mob boss, my wrist is like two fifty
Might fly to Brazil and pull out the Bentley
Show love to the kids I'm passing money
Hundreds, fifties make it rain twenties
Overseas b*tch saying make it rain on me
I was in the trap before I had a chain on me)
Be careful with life, bro
Death is already guaranteed, bro
Watch where you step, bro
It could be a trap, bro
Three in the morning with the MAC on the thigh
And I only leave when it's daylight, bro
It's like my grandma used to say, bro
Why live if it's not to be lived?
Put lemon on the wound
Bad things become news
No room for mistakes
Things not getting even more serious
I have mafia connections
No one will ever hold me back
Special conditions
Don't compare, we're not the same
Fiction, on TV, yeah
Will you kill or die? Yeah
Ye-yeah, that's the question
That's the question
(Just for rack, my n****s they getting you wet
Mob ties, mob ties
I feel like Al Capone, Big Meech
Real so they give me love in the streets
Like the way that she feel
Took her home from Brazil
Mayweather its hand like a pro boxer
Kick'er out the crib like I play soccer
Freaky little b*tch like to play doctor
Mama walked in my room seen a real choppa
We got big guns like the mafia
When you're getting to the money
Ain't no stoppin' you
They call me the kid like a toddler
Bulletproof car like a mobster)
I have mafia connections
No one will ever hold me back
Special conditions
Don't compare, we're not the same
Fiction, on TV, yeah
Will you kill or die? Yeah
Ye-yeah, that's the question
That's the question
Be careful with life, bro
Watch where you step, bro
It could be a trap, bro
Three in the morning with the MAC on the thigh
And I only leave when it's daylight, bro
It's like my grandma used to say, bro
These are mafia connections
No one will ever hold me back
Special conditions
Don't compare, we're not the same
Fiction, on TV, yeah
Will you kill or die? Yeah
That's the question, that's the question